Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 148 Gemini
Shiraishi Nagiko saw Fang Zuo staring at the back of her arm and asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

"There's a red spot here. Does it hurt?" Fang Zuo grabbed Shiraishi Nagimitsu's fair arm.

A tiny red dot on the delicate skin, which cannot be seen unless you look carefully.

"Just now, when the students gathered around me to sign my autograph, I felt something strange, like being pricked by a needle, but there were so many people that I didn't pay much attention to it." Shiraishi Nagimitsu smiled and said, "It doesn't hurt now. I don't feel anything."

Fang Zuo placed his hand on a huge monster to the left of Shiraishi Nagimitsu.

The entire palm sank deeply into it.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu's delicate little face turned red, but she knew that the man must have some doubts.

I'm doing some tests now. If he wants to love me, he will grab me with the strength he likes, not pressing like this, and definitely not with this kind of strength.

Fang Zuo swept his mind across the room, and found that there was nothing wrong with the beating of his heart, the surging of his blood, and his three souls and seven spirits.

But it is impossible for her to appear so coincidentally and be exactly the same as Minamikawa Keiko.

"Let's go to the hospital." Fang Zuo said.

"Okay." Shiraishi Nagimitsu nodded obediently, greeted the driver, and snuggled into Fang Zuo's arms, playing with Fang Zuo's shirt buttons with her little hands.

"I think we can attract a lot of young people's votes this time." Fang Zuo touched Shiraishi Nagimitsu's long hair.

"Yes, it seems that everyone likes my idea." Shiraishi Nagimitsu sat down with his head resting on Fang's left thigh.

"You like your figure, right?" Fang Zuo whispered softly in her ear, "That's also my favorite part."

Just as I finished speaking, I felt a pain on the inside of my thigh.

Shiraishi Nagiko squeezed hard with her hands, then covered her red lips and giggled.
The University of Tokyo Hospital is not far away. I did some tests and found nothing wrong. All the indicators in the blood test report were normal.

"You go ahead and do your work. I have something to do." Fang Zuo said.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu nodded obediently, walked forward and gave her a light kiss, then got in the car and left.

University of Tokyo.

Zhou Yuanyan was in the underground alloy-cast laboratory, watching the various liquids churning in the vessels.

The data on the computer kept flashing.

thump.

thump.

Inside the huge bulletproof glass cover, a demon transformed into its true form and madly hit the thick bulletproof glass.

Before the third impact, the demon fell to the ground in pain, its thick skin constantly bulging and caving, as if something was churning inside its body.

'Pfft. '

'Pfft. '

Bone spurs protruded from the skin.

All kinds of blood flowed on the ground.

The flesh on his body kept melting away, and soon only a skeleton covered with various bone spurs was left.

The skeleton slowly got up and pounded the glass with a faint black light in its eyes.

Then the black light went out and it slowly fell down again.

"The soul stays attached to the skeleton for three seconds." Zhou Yuanyan looked at the data expressionlessly, then walked to the second glass cover.

Inside, a blonde nun was huddled in a corner, shivering.

"Is this a Catholic?"

"Yes doctor."

"I'm very dissatisfied with what happened today," Zhou Yuanyan said. "I told you that doing this in public is too dangerous and too easy to be discovered. Why didn't you spend more time?"

"For example, we can invite researchers from a blood center and set up a blood donation vehicle. Under the watchful eyes of the public, these celebrities will be happy to donate some blood to serve the public."

“You need to use your brain when doing things. Don’t do things that seem straightforward but may cause a lot of trouble.”

The words are not finished yet.

These clerks in white coats were pressed into a pool of flesh by an invisible force, and then disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"Is this what you are researching?" a voice came from behind.

Zhou Yuanyan turned his head suddenly.

Fang Zuo was standing behind him.

"I knew I couldn't hide it from you." Zhou Yuanyan said with a wry smile.

"If you hadn't stolen blood today, I wouldn't have come to you." Fang Zuo walked to the instrument and looked at the pile of test tubes placed next to the culture dishes:

"Is this the blood of these outstanding people that you stole during the Tokyo University forum?"

"I had my doubts when I checked your cultivation. With your talent, you should have stagnated at best. How come you've regressed so much?"

"However, some of your spiritual fluctuations have surpassed your previous cultivation. It seems that you have indeed achieved quite a lot."

Zhou Yuanyan silently took off his white coat and opened his shirt.

On the already pitch-black chest, there were still dozens of small reagents inserted, connected to a short infusion tube.

From time to time, blood would spit out from the infusion tube, mix with the liquid in the tube, and be injected back.

Every time he returned the favor, Zhou Yuanyan's expression remained unchanged.

But the muscles in his chest were visibly spasming and twisting.

"Is this the path you've chosen?" Fang Zuo said, "You still haven't given up on the search for immortality, but is it worth it?"

"Nothing is worth it." Zhou Yuanyan said, "You've been through so much, but you still failed to overcome the tribulation."

"With current technology, there's no way to analyze these invisible things like spiritual power, souls, and incense."

"I've put in a lot of effort, experimenting with spectra, particles, and even genetic grafting and fusion, but all I've managed to produce are physical monsters."

"Only by using my own cultivation to transfer these things can I gain something."

Fang Zuo picked up the bottle marked Shiraishi Nagimitsu on the table and crushed it.

He picked up Minamikawa Jingzi's and did the same thing.

"Monk Yuanyan." Fang Zuo was silent for a moment before saying, "Should I slap you to death?"

"You know I'm not the kind of person who's absolutely righteous and passionate. To some extent, I'm selfish and only care about whether I can ascend."

"And you are one of my few friends."

"I understand, but have you ever thought about it, Fang Zuo?" Zhou Yuanyan said, "Is it because I lost to you that I changed my path?"

"No! Strictly speaking, I didn't lose to you. I just lost to this world where spiritual energy is gradually disappearing."

"If you consider ascending to immortality as an exam, even if you score 100 points, I can only get 70 points. But in the past, when spiritual energy hadn't faded so much, ascending might only require 60 points."

"So, I'm still qualified, and there's still no need for me to despair."

"Why did I change my path? It's not because I lost to you, but because it might take 120 points to ascend now, and I don't have enough."

"Look, even you failed. Even you are not qualified, right?"

"Since the path of a pure monk is not feasible, why can't I try another one?"

"What's the difference between you and me now?"

"Fang Zuo, have you ever thought about what you would do if you achieved 120 points next time, but 150 points are required to ascend?"

"Will you, like me, give up this path of cultivation and try something else?"

"No." Fang Zuo shook his head: "This is what makes you and me different."

"I won't doubt myself."

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Saeko sat elegantly on the sofa in a professional suit.

Put your hands on the skirt and press it to cover the beautiful buttocks inside the skirt
A pair of beautiful legs wrapped in black stockings are clamped on the frame.

The phone vibrated.

Saeko turned on the video.

A white man in a sports shirt is playing golf on the golf course. Two girls in swimsuits are standing next to him, one carrying a golf club and the other holding a mobile phone in front of him.

"Ms. Saeko, long time no see." The white man waved and smiled in front of the camera. "Why, are you coming back to Japan to redeem yourself and get back what you wanted?"

"The bishop is joking," Saeko said with a smile. "For this connection, I'd like to request that headquarters send two Disciple Knights. The Japanese Prime Minister's plan has failed. The woman in the prophecy holds a very secure position in the political arena."

"Disciple Knights?" The white man shook his head. "I'm afraid we don't have that many people."

"The conflict with the Catholic Church in North America has been extremely intense recently, and even two of the Disciple Knights have been killed."

Saeko's face lit up with surprise. "Isn't North America our Protestant territory? Why did we lose two of our knights? Did they go and assassinate the president?"

"Assassination? That's unnecessary." The white man sneered, "Our plan has succeeded. This second Catholic president in history has mental problems and is getting closer and closer to Alzheimer's disease."

"I don't think he can be re-elected. As for the deaths of the two Disciple Knights, there are other reasons that I cannot tell you at the moment."

"Perhaps, you can contact the Saint and ask her to help you."

"I've tried to contact her, but she hasn't replied." Sa Rongzi shook her head. "The Saint seems to be seriously injured. She hasn't responded to me. I'm wondering if she was injured while searching for and hunting down those apostate evil gods."

"Impossible. They are not strong enough to harm the Saint. However, it is very likely that they were injured when entering the Japanese Divine Kingdom." The white man hesitated for a moment after speaking, and then said, "Well, I will report your request to the Archbishop, and he will decide."

"Yes, Bishop." Saeko stood up and bowed slightly. "May the Lord protect you and me!"

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Fang Zuo walked out of the University of Tokyo.

A man sits at the top of Tokyo TV Tower, looking at the whole night Tokyo.

Not long ago, the ghosts in Shikoku Yatani Temple disappeared, along with his own soul.

The Migu Temple, whose entire architecture is in Chinese style, was completely silent.
Apart from dead things, there is no living thing to be seen.

After the ghosts entered the gate of Migu Temple, they saw a large flat stone square.

In the middle is a huge nine-level golden lotus pond and a seven-treasure pagoda.

It is surrounded by more than ten stone pillars carved with eight celestial dragons.

The water in the Golden Lotus Pond has dried up, the lotus flowers have withered, the Buddha's light in the Seven Treasures Pagoda has gone out, and the incense is gone.

A pair of mottled couplets are engraved on the stone pillars in front of the main entrance hall.

The first line: Three lives of cause and effect to cultivate the human world, the second line: Six paths of reincarnation to save all living beings.

but.

The door is closed.

The ghosts stood in front of the door, wandering around in a daze, knocking on the door, and waiting again and again.

Until the soul dissipated and turned to ashes, the temple door could not be opened.

The trace of faith that guided them left in their souls lingered in the sky, but finally could not find its target to fall and dissipated.

Fang Zuo looked at the couplet and the dried-up Nine-Rank Golden Lotus Pond.

If you are not mistaken.

In the past, this Miyagi-ji Temple was probably a small world where Buddhism accepted Japanese believers and allowed them to enter the six realms of reincarnation.

but.

Now, not only do the golden statues in major temples no longer accept incense, but even the small world that provides Buddhist believers on the island with the opportunity to enter the six realms of reincarnation has been closed.

These devout believers were eventually abandoned by Buddhism.

There is no door to reincarnation.

All things are under one rule, and life and death are the same.

Fang Zuo looked in the direction of the University of Tokyo.

With Zhou Yuanyan's cultivation declining at this rate, he would probably die of old age soon.

If his research is unsuccessful.

Fang Zuo came to several shrines that were very popular with worshippers.

With a wave of his hand, a batch of incense sticks came into his hands.

He casually killed several groups of resentful spirits and evil ghosts that rushed out.

By the way, I also took pictures of several shrines that were reduced to ruins.

In this island country, even vengeful and evil spirits with such murderous aura are enshrined in the shrines.

There is no justice or human ethics at all.

Return to Tokyo Women's University.

Still under this night sky.

The moon is dim and the wind is picking up again.

Sitting at the highest point of the building, Fang Zuo took out all the incense he had looted in the past few days and refined them in his body.

Suddenly, I felt an invisible force pulling me towards the incense barrier.

Fang Zuo suppressed this force, today's target was not the Kingdom of God.

Fang Zuo moved his mind towards Taomu Xiangzhinai.

Close your eyes and rest your mind.

Silently waiting for her little world to open up.

Early in the morning.

A vortex finally appeared.

Fang Zuo followed closely in.

In the world of incense, there is still the old church with Gothic architectural style.

Fang Zuo felt that the incense covering his body was slowly being absorbed by this world.

However, the previous feeling of the soul being oppressed and rejected by the small world did not appear.

Fang Zuo casually made a hand gesture, hid in the dark, and silently stared at Taomu Xiangzhinai who was wearing a sacrificial short skirt.

She was still wearing the same outfit at this time.

With a long samurai sword placed on his knees, he kneeled in prayer before the ritual circle.

Short silver hair and a black headband.

The ceremonial robe had a heart-shaped opening on the chest, decorated with black lace, and was worn with a black miniskirt and long leather boots.

A pair of white breasts that trembled with joy as they breathed. Although the cup was not big, it was full enough to burst, and was gathered into a deep "I" shape.
The two white thighs at the upper edge of the black stockings appear even rounder and whiter against the backdrop of the translucent black silk.

The two white and tender buttocks at the base of the thighs sit on the calves.

The star array in front slowly lost its light and disappeared, and the white candles also slowly went out.

In the previous few times, Momoki Kanonai could easily discover that a wisp of Fang Zuo's soul had invaded her world.

But this time was different from the past, she was unable to detect Fang Zuo's entire body entering.

Momoki Kanonai finished her last few prayers, picked up the samurai sword that was lying horizontally, and stood up.

He slowly closed his eyes, and the sacrificial robe on his body moved without wind.

When he opened his eyes again, his black eyes had turned into one emerald green and one sky blue.

The pink lips also turned bright red.

The pure and delicate little face suddenly became extremely charming.

Momoki Kanonai gripped the katana tightly with both hands and chopped it down hard.

The whole little world shattered.

The night sky above Tokyo Women's University is revealed.

She slowly landed on the top of a building, tapped her feet, and bounced up quickly.

Jump quickly between the rooftops of buildings.

Fang Zuo, who was high in the sky, looked at Momoki Kanonai who was jumping and leaping below, with a look of surprise on his face.

This is an amazing way to use incense.

This world is Tokyo at night, but it is not entirely Tokyo.

It is a reflection of the real world after Momoki Kanona's small world is broken.

After a series of jumps, she arrived at the top floor of a large comprehensive hospital.

There are several large signs on the roof that read: Tokyo Our Lady of Mary Catholic Hospital.

Momoki Kanonai jumped to the hospital gate.

"Come out, Father." She held the samurai sword in one hand and pointed it diagonally towards the hospital.

"Saint, why don't you let me go?" An old man in a white coat and glasses slowly walked out of the hospital gate.

The old man took off his glasses and threw them aside, then took off the nameplate on his white coat and put it in his pocket.

"I've already fled from America to Brazil, and then hid here. I haven't hurt any Protestant believers. Why do you have to keep chasing me, Chana-chan?"

"When you were still a baby, fresh out of the incubator, I was the one who held you."

A sad expression appeared on the old man's face. "I raised you single-handedly. You are like my own child. I taught you how to speak, how to believe in religion, how to fight. Everything you learned as a child was taught by me."

"But you've apostatized. Not only that, but you've also been sending huge amounts of medicine to the Orthodox battlefields every month." Momoki Kanonai said coldly, "You were the one who taught me how to treat traitors."

"Yes, I did betray." The old man dropped his hands helplessly. "But, I didn't betray the Lord. I just betrayed the Protestant religion that was devoured by greed."

"Look at what they've done. All the bishops are obsessed with perverted desires: wealth, women, even boys. It's a rotten religion."

"They even built an island for fun that brought shame to religion."

"Their followers are merely a source of wealth. They even have a presence in America's military-industrial complex and political circles. This completely goes against the teachings of the church."

"Is this your reason? Your reason for joining the Orthodox Church? An evil faction." Momoki Kanonai remained unmoved. "That's what I taught you, right?" The old man covered his old face with regret. "Lord, what did I teach you?"

"Yes, perhaps, the Orthodox Church is the same as the Protestant Church, but I am doing this to atone for my sins. I am a sinner."

"It was the Protestants who provoked the civil unrest within the Orthodox Church. I was one of the instigators, and it brought great disaster to both countries. Their war is not over yet."

"America continues to send ammunition. Hundreds of thousands of people have died in this Orthodox civil war, and there's no sign of a ceasefire."

"I just want to do something to reduce the number of deaths."

"That's enough. I don't want to hear anything more from you." Momoki Kanonai's other hand slowly covered the hilt of the samurai sword, and her cold eyes locked on the old man: "Your judgment is not up to me. The Supreme Lord will judge you."

"No, I can't go see the Supreme Lord yet. I still have a lot of things to do." The old man slowly took off his white coat, and a pair of white wings unfolded from his back.
"I taught you everything you know. Now, let me test the results of your learning."

The old man's feet dropped down and slowly floated in the air, and he raised his right hand into the air.

A burning flame appeared in his hand.

He raised his left hand and closed his right hand, and a long sword surrounded by flames appeared in his hands and was held tightly.

The old man flapped his wings violently, flew rapidly, and stabbed towards Momoki Kanonai with the flaming sword.

The katana in Momoki Kanonai's hand flashed with a cold light, and she stabbed the old man's sword with force to block it.

The old man exerted force with his wings, blocked the attack and stabbed again.

Momoki Kanonai held the long samurai sword in both hands and swung it, creating a flash of sword light and blocking the attacks repeatedly.

With the collision of force, the body and feet kept moving backwards.

The old man took advantage of the situation and flew in pursuit, the flames on his sword blazing and rising higher and higher, rolling towards the tiny figure of Momoki Kanonari like waves.

He used his advantage in the air and the strength of his waist and back to chop, pick and block, and attack continuously.

The flames on the sword also burst out from time to time and pounced on the opponent.

Although Momoki Kanonai was suppressed by the fierce attack, she was able to move forward and backward freely and appeared to be calm and composed.

The faint cold light from the samurai sword extinguished all the raging flames.

The old man's fierce attack was completely ineffective. When they collided again, the wings behind him suddenly emitted countless white lights, which wrapped around Taomu Xiangzhinai like tentacles.

Momoki Kanonai's face was serious, and she held the samurai sword across her body with both hands.

It is like a bright moon, creating a circle of silvery ripples.

Clang clang clang.

The attack of the old man's sword, the surging flames, and the white light of the wings were all blocked outside the ripples.

Momoki Kanonai let out a delicate cry, and slashed with the samurai sword in both hands, sending silvery-white ripples rolling back.

The old man narrowed his eyes, spread his wings, and appeared more than ten meters away, keeping some distance.

But when he looked forward, Momoki Kanonai had disappeared from the spot.

A bone-chilling chill hit me, and when I looked up, Momoki Kanonai's small body appeared above my head.

The cold blade of the samurai sword has already chopped down.

A cold light slashed across.

"Lord, forgive me!" The old man knelt on the ground, and a pair of white wings slowly dissipated from the wingtips.

"Kana-chan, child, leave the Protestant church, leave everything, be a normal girl, and be yourself!" The old man looked at Momoki Kanana expectantly, and a line of tears ran down his old face.

A hand in the air trying to grab something.

Then, the shoulders and face disappeared in the wind like pieces of paper.

"Child, leave and be yourself." The old man's murmur gradually faded away.

Momoki Kanona watched all this with an expressionless face.

The katana slowly dropped down.

"What a heartless woman." A mocking voice came.

"Who?" Momoki Kanonai turned around suddenly, her face stern: "It's you again, heretic, how did you get in?"

"I don't need to tell you." Fang Zuo slowly approached: "I came to your world to ask you a few questions. At the same time, I want to ask you about the use of faith incense."

"Heretic, go to hell. The only answer to you is the blade." Momoki Kanonai shouted, clenching the samurai sword with both hands.

With a flick of the knife, dozens of white blades came slashing over.

But before he could get close to Fang Zuo, Bai Ren disappeared.

Momoki Kanonai flashed and appeared behind Fang Zuo, and the samurai sword slashed down with a cold light.

Fang Zuo raised his eyebrows. The spiritual energy in this world was very weak and could only be borrowed in a limited way. He could only use the spiritual energy in his body for every move.

The endless spiritual pressure around him isolates him from the incense of this world.

Then he easily restrained the small figure that was attacking him.

Fang Zuosha looked at Momoki Kanonai with great interest as she remained in the chopping position.

"If you won't tell me, I'll have to search it myself." Fang Zuo said calmly, "I also want to see what the soul of a saint like you looks like."

All of a sudden.

The ceremonial dress and katana on Momoki Kanona turned into pieces and slowly disappeared.

Leaving behind a slender, soft and smooth body like jade.

Smooth shoulders and straight back.

A round and perky butt.

Her snow-white skin lacks the softness and plumpness of a woman, but reveals the elastic charm of a young girl.

A faint scent of a young girl filled Fang Zuo's nose.

Fang Zuo stretched out his hand and pressed it on Momoki Kanonai's forehead, and his spiritual thoughts slightly expanded.

The tiny soul was actually trapped in a huge white cocoon woven with incense.

Fang Zuo's soul wanted to force its way in, but he found that his soul and body were intertwined together. Once this happened, his soul and body would disappear into thin air.

But slowly unraveling the mystery is too time-consuming.

Fang Zuo frowned, feeling a little troubled.

Momoki Kanonai looked at Fang Zuo with a sneer on her face. Although her body was tied up and she couldn't speak, her voice echoed in this world of incense.

"Let me go, heretic, I can pretend this never happened."

"It's okay." Fang Zuo withdrew his hand and smiled faintly.

"If I can't extract the soul, I know some manly tricks."

"And you happen to be a woman."

Hearing what Fang Zuo said, Momoki Kanonai's face showed an expression of fear.

Fang Zuo couldn't help but compare himself to Yingkong Kurumi.

"Don't tell me?" Fang Zuo smiled softly: "That's fine, I'm not in a very good mood today."

"I said, what do you want to ask? Let me go and I will tell you everything." The voice echoed in the small world.

Momoki Kanonai's buttocks were held by the big hands, her little face was flushed, and her pair of heterochromatic eyes were watery, making her look even more charming.

Fang Zuo nodded and the big hand left.

Momoki Kanonai relaxed all over and quickly clamped her legs together to block Fang Zuo's sight.

"Who are you, where are you from, and what are you doing here?" Fang Zuo asked.

"My name is Momoki Kanonai. I'm of Japanese descent and a Protestant saint. I'm here to hunt down apostates and evil gods." Momoki Kanonai said gritting her teeth.

Fang Zuo touched his chin. Yes, it was the same as what he had just seen and heard. He was not lying.

"Snapped."

Fang had a whip in his left hand and whipped Momoki Kanonai hard.

A purple whip mark added a bit of strange and gorgeous color to the fair body.

"I don't want to hear you omit anything. You've stayed in Japan for too long and invaded the Japanese Divine Kingdom several times. I don't believe you don't have other missions."

"If you keep hiding this, the next whip won't just hit here."

Momoki Kanona's little face was red as blood.

"Tell me, what other tasks are there? Also, how did you manage to accomplish this in this world of incense and faith?" Fang Zuo said, "I don't have much patience."

suddenly.

Momoki Kanonai seemed to have been waiting for something. A scornful smile appeared on her face, and she disappeared in a flash.

then.

There was a loud bang.

Momoki Kanonai seemed to have hit something and fell from the night sky.

Crawling on the ground.

"I've isolated the incense of this entire small world." Fang Zuo said with a smile, "Why? You still want to escape?"

The voice just fell.

Momoki Kanonai rolled on the ground.

The whole world changes, from the quiet Tokyo night to the bustling neon streets.

At night, Shibuya, the most crowded intersection, is packed with urban men and women going home from get off work.

Fang Zuo smiled slightly and swept his mind around.

I strolled over to an urban white-collar worker who was talking on the phone on the street.

Patted her shoulder.

A confused and unfamiliar face looked at Fang Zuo questioningly.

"Stop pretending. I'm just playing with you. Keep running. I want to see what you can become."

Fang Zuo raised the whip and lashed out.

Momoki Kanona returned to her original face, her little face turned cold, and the scene turned to the streets of Shinjuku.

On the street near Okubo Hospital, there are many street prostitutes pulling customers.

Fang Zuo is very familiar with this road.

I often walk along this street and go to the shop planned by Xinrong.

The world created by Momoki Kanonai is indeed exactly the same as the real world in terms of sensory perception.

A girl dressed coolly and wearing a super short skirt stopped Fang Zuo and actively talked about the price.

She added coyly, "You don't have to wear it, sir."

Before Fang Zuo could answer, he glanced at him.

then.

All kinds of beautiful, pure, plastic surgery women and girls came up and surrounded Fang Zuo.

He tried to block Fang Zuo's way and reached out to touch Fang Zuo's face and chest.

Some even pinched the muscles of Fang's left arm.

Fang Zuo let these women chatter around him.

Without stopping, keep moving forward.

There are glass windows on both sides of the street in front.

The carefully arranged glass display window is also filled with various cosplay girls.

Bunny girls, doctors, teachers, you name it.

Fang Zuo walked to a pink display window and stopped.

The whole interior was decorated in pink, and the girl was lying on the carpet.

A scarf covered her chest.

Revealing snow-white long legs and big buttocks.

Fang Zuo knocked on the glass.

"Have you had enough fun?"

The girl's face slowly changed into Momoki Kanona's small face.

His expression turned cold and then changed.

Fang Zuoqing snapped his fingers: "Okay, I'm out of patience, it's my turn. I want to thank you for creating such a good atmosphere."

Momoki Kanonai kept trying to change the scene again, but she remained in the same place.

Watching Fang Zuo walk towards him through the glass.

She stepped back in fear, and the veil covering her body fell to the ground.

Fang Zuo raised his hand.

"Snapped."

A crisp sound hit the plump thigh.

Red marks appeared on the snow-white skin.

Momoki Kanonai cried out in pain, her two different-colored eyes flickering slightly, and her delicate little face made her look extremely charming.

Hugging my thighs in pain, I rolled over on the blanket
Her small hands moved from her thighs to her buttocks, stroking them quickly, trying to wipe away the pain left by the whip.

"Snapped."

A red mark appeared on the smooth back. Momoki Kanonna straightened her body in pain and trembled in pain.

The little hands didn't know where to cover anymore and could only crawl backwards frantically.

Momoki Kanonai almost fainted from the pain, she turned over and rolled to the wall.

Then she curled up in the corner, tears falling like little pearls.

My whole body was in so much pain that tiny beads of sweat appeared and hung on the tiny, almost invisible hairs on my skin.

Like drops of morning dew.

Under the pink light, there is a layer of flesh-colored oily sheen.

A tall shadow slowly covered the view in front of me.

The man came forward again, grinning.

Fang Zuo sneered.

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Fang Zuo's Nascent Soul seemed to have fallen into a prosperous world.

I heard countless voices praying, pleading, and praising.

Each pious voice seemed to elevate the soul.

The Saint Maiden Momoki Xiangna brought some supplements that were different from the three phases of Jin Meiting.

The saints of the Holy See are even purer women, and are undoubtedly more abundant.

It also brought some indescribable things to nourish the Nascent Soul.

Yuanying repaired a small part again.

Fang Zuo opened his eyes and sneered.

Momoki Kanona's pupils turned completely black and her hair returned to normal.

Eyes tightly closed.

His head was covered in sweat, even his hair was soaked and stuck to his delicate pale little face.

Time flies by.

He was lying unconscious on the blanket with a pale face.

A faint floral fragrance hit my nostrils.

Different from the provocation of the strong smell of a woman, it brings a little soothing feeling.

Fang Zuo slowly got up and regulated his breathing.

I don’t know how long it took.

After completing several big cycles.

When Fang Zuo opened his eyes again, the scene had changed again.

A small Japanese-style bedroom.

Momoki Kanonai has woken up.

Kneeling on the tatami.

The pink thong that was originally hanging on her thighs has disappeared.

She wore a basic white bra and white panties on her petite body.

At the edge of the bust where the laces meet, white lace reveals the fair curve of the flesh.

Momoki Kanonai covered her face with her hands and huddled in the corner crying.

I am so sad.

"Uncle, what kind of dream is this? It hurts so much. I don't want this dream. No, no, no!"

Fang Zuo was stunned. He still had the energy to change the scene?
Play with you again.

He walked over with a grin.

(End of this chapter)